I'm not trying to
Go to bed with you
I just wanna make out in my car
And though I'm dying to
Fall in love with you
I just wanna make out in my car

Love, come to me
Sprouting like the living tree
Splendid in the stream of living water
Driven like the Sun
Commissioned by the Holy One
Illuminating peace above the altar

I'm not trying to
Go to bed with you
I just wanna make out in my car
And though I'm dying to
Fall in love with you
I just wanna make out in my car

Love, come to me
Empowered by the living dream
Sacred as the sign of our sensation
Burning like the Sun
Considered by the Holy One
Glorious in the feast of our creation

I'm not trying to (I'm not trying to)
Go to bed with you
I just wanna make out in my car
And though I'm dying to (though I'm dying to)
Fall in love with you
I just wanna make out in my car
I just wanna make out in my car